Eastern High School - Punch and Judy Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Be Near the end of last year ata meeting of the Rifle Club the following officers were elected: President Schwartz, Sec- retary H. C. Graves, Treasurer Floyd, and Captain Barkman. ‘Treasurer Floyd did not return this year, therefore at the first meeting this year Harvey Johnson was elected to fill the vacancy. At this meeting Mr. Schwartz told the club that the rifles, which had been re- turned to the War Department to be re- paired, would be returned to the club ina few days. As soon as these are received practice will begin. In addition to the N. R. A. prizes, which are given every year, two new decorations have been offered to the members of the club. The prizes are the “Proficient Shot’s Ribbon” and the “Perfect Score Ribbon,” and are to be presented to the fellows who make the qualifying scores. Miss Boyd: McEllhannon, where did you come from? Mac: From Mr. Schwartz's room. Miss B.: You'll have to go up to As- sembly Hall and get a permit first. Mac: Have to go all the way up there? Miss B.:; Oh, no, just go up half way and it will drop down the other half. IRifle Totes ws The Rifle Club expects to bring home several cups, medals, and other trophies, If you want to be on a winning team, join the Rifle Club immediately and do your best for the school. The freshmen have always supported the Club heartily and have generally de- rived great benefit from their participa- tion in rifle shooting. As some of the best shots come from the classes, much is expected from the pres- There are ‘special freshmen ent first-year class. inducements for freshmen who join at the beginning of the year. These are certain prizes which are well worth win- ning. If you want to know more about what awaits you in the Rifle Club, join and find out. Mr. Catella: What is your name, Miss Ashby ? A Freshman (translating Latin) : Haec in Gallia est importus made it, Hike into Gaul, it’s important. Marion Watson: How many subjects are you carrying? Inez: I am carrying one and dragging three.

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THE EASTERNER 15 our Alma Mater has shown her su- periority over the other high schools in this particular branch of student activity. We are proud that we are graduates of such a school as old Eastern. And being such, we wish to congratu- late the man who has won the victory this year, and also the faculty and stu- dent body, the former on being able to turn out such men, the latter on having such men among its numbers. May this achievement so stimulate the hearts and minds of the whole under- graduate body, that you shall not be satisfied until the name of Eastern stands for supremacy in every thing connected with high school life. And by imparting this spirit to those who shall come after you, may you build up a name for the light blue and white which shall never be forgotten by those who come in contact with her. Haroip Wiison WILLIAMS, Samvuet Joun Leonarp, Tom FARNSworTH, J. Crester EaKkre, I. Harmon EaKkte, Ratpu E. Ocie. FROM GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY. We, the undersigned, alumni of the Eastern High School and students at the George Washington University, ex- tend our heartiest congratulations to the Eastern High School and to Mr. Gil- bert Clark, for the honor of obtaining again this year the Colonelcy. Emma Ren, ‘14. Lois E. Peirce, ‘14. Evizazeta Witson, ‘13. Norman Stockett, ‘14. ¥. W. Deck, '14 Capt. Watiace M. Yater, ‘14 Col. Watson Davis, ‘14 Lt. Marton A. Brooks, 13. Freper1KA NEUMAN, ‘11. Herrert P. Ramsey, 12 Adj. Frorence M. Littte, ‘13. Meta NeEuMANN, ‘13. Juiia E. Rurr, 12. Mary A. Newcomer, ‘11. Mary F. Murray, ‘12. Sevena Yost, “14. Exstg Yost, 08. LUELLA Frexp, 11. JoserHtINe TOMLIN. D. Stevtz, “14. May Boreter, ‘13. Ruta L. Ayer, ‘11. Marcaret Witson, 710. Eprrx K. Casu, 08. Geo. O. Bassett, 14. Epwarp B. Lawson, ‘14. E. D. Preston, ‘14. Ciarr V. Jounson, “14.

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As Well That Ends Well. It was, as I remember it, on the thir- teenth of August, in the business por- tion of a small town on the south shore of Long Island, that I was a witness of the worst fire that has ever raged on the strip of land known by that name. It was one of those hot August days that makes one wish for zero weather or a glass of ice cold lemonade. Not a breath of air was stirring. Not a drop of rain had fallen for weeks, and every- thing was as dry as a cracker. I was first made aware of the fire by the ringing of the large fire gong, which hung in the tower of the shed holding the only hose-reel in town, I hurried to this shed, and, finding no one there, took the key which always hangs on the door-jamb, unlocked the door and tried to drag the hand reel into the street. Somehow, my muscles would not respond, so, grabbing a hammer, I rushed up the stairs to help ring the fire- gong. By this time two of the volunteer fire- men were coming down the street, walk- ing as though they had plenty of time. After impressing upon them the neces- sity for speed, we pulled the reel into the street, where we were joined by three other so-called firemen. When we got to the f ire a whole row of frame stores had already been con- sumed, and the fire, which had crossed the street, was slowly but steadily eat- ing its way into the residential section, leaving behind it a mass of smouldering ashes. The volunteer bucket brigade had been working for some time, but it took so much time to pump a bucket of water from the well that nothing was accom- plished towards stopping the onward rush of the flames. Everywhere was the pain of some suf- ferer made known by a scream or by a heart-rending groan; everywhere were people weeping over the loss of their houses ; everywhere were people francti- cally shouting prayers over the body of some dear friend near the point of death; and everywhere were the streets strewn with furniture of every description. At the corner of Deer Park Avenue and Main Street a woman staggered to an upstairs window, dropped her already dead baby into the arms of a fireman and fell back, overcome by the dense black smoke and flames. A horse, with his body badly burned, ran for perhaps his last time down Main Street, neigh- ing madly, his pain and fear plainly visi- ble in his bulging eyes. Somewhere a dog went mad, starting a panic am ong the already crazed people. Everywhere someone was shouting orders, no one knowing what he meant, or who was giving them—at least I didn’t. About this time I happened to think o1 my boarding house, and, looking across the street, saw something that made me turn white. The house was almost at the point of collapsing when my board- ing mistress, who, with her pretty daugh- ter, had been screaming for help, jumped, landing on the sidewalk below—dead.